"Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the LordHe is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are storedHe has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift swordAnd He's marching, marching on

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreatAnd He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement seatOh, be swift my soul to answer Him, be jubilant my feet!Hey! Feet, keep marching, keep on marching onHey, yeah, feet keep marching, keep on marching on

Well, in the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the seaWith a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and meAnd as He died to make men holy, let us live to make them freeKeep marching, marching onYeah, keep marching